Inside the Beckoning

Sometimes my mind feels lost in a maze A place its been tracking back and forth for days And days The trails of time sit open wide, But still i feel trapped in the events of my own mind Things that were and were not I try to unravel as it blurs from my thoughts I wish i coud silence them all But difficult it is, Like trying to catch falling raindrops I feel a call beaconing me but i am uncertain of its origin, Or where it may lead me.. Because Far Far away from home I have sought and gone out to, time and time again Like a mission to find something thats already buried within God just give me patience and rejuvenate me like the times before. May it become a trend Because this trust I cannot lay waste to Inside of me it has already been